Your Mother

I talked to myself and my mother last night One's doing well, but the other not quite Besides catching up, the main subject was you And how I'll never see from your point of view I can't figure out quite how I'm feeling Started having conversations with the ceiling Hopefully I can get a start to healing soon, hmm Did you talk to yourself or your mother last night? Did you push it down, out of mind, out of sight? And when you close your eyes Did you hear my voice saying, "It is what it is And we don't have a choice" So did you talk to yourself or your mother last night? I guess I know a thing or two about you, hmm You can't let things go, so I wonder what you'll do, hmm Have you figured out how quite you're feeling? Are you having conversations with the ceiling? Hopefully you can get a start to healing soon Did you talk to yourself or your mother last night? Did you push it down, out of mind, out of sight? And when you close your eyes Did you hear my voice saying, "It is what it is And we don't have a choice" So did you talk to yourself or your mother last night? Hmm, did you talk to yourself or your mother last night? 'Cause I talked to mine, and she thinks I'll be fine